Is Survived By

It’s a song of thanks sung by a hack. When
the reflection of yourself just won’t look
back. It’s that panic you feel when you don’t
know what to say when everyone wants in
and you want the subject to change. Because
I’ve been swallowed up and I’ve been split in
two and I’m not sure which is me and who I
respond through. So notify my next of kin
and let them know there’s so much more
to believe in. It doesn’t have to be based
on blood because the next in line shouldn’t
have to know what they’re made of. This is
survived by who held me up. This is survived
by who sang the song. And that sense of
purpose has made it all worth it. So write a
song that everyone can sing along to / So
when you’re gone you can live on, they won’t
forget you. This is survived by a love. This is
survived by a cause; that you aren’t the only
who remembers what it was. This is survived
by a love. This is survived by a wish; that
you won’t let down who has attached themselves
to it. This is survived by a love. This is
survived by a fear; that all that’s left when said
and done is words you will never ever hear.